The problem is that it doesn't go through the AWR. The problem is that it doesn't go through AWR, because it's linked to the movements of the limbs, and that's something that no one in the flesh would be able to withstand. It's too late to react or perceive through the AWR. It's like being caught in a vise in an instant.

　I took one look at the complexion of the heads of state and waved their hands in the air as if they were helpless.

But does that mean that it's okay as long as they don't suspect anything?

　Not so shocked, Fanon raised his voice aloof and spare, as if he had some countermeasure in mind. The sound of his voice, which was even fearless, caused the air to relax.

　Berrick opened his mouth to interrupt Letty, who was trying to refute him immediately.

'Of course, if it was an attack from an ultra-long distance, it might be possible to inflict a hand wound (...) on Ars. However, Ars also has the detection ability due to its space-control magic. Based on the uncertainties, he won't be able to touch her.

　Finding a break in Fanon's proposal, Beric immediately takes the conversation in the direction of dismissal. From here, he has to cross over with a professional of that kind, not an ignorant former prime ministerial hand.
　But - Fanon shows Beric the belly of his index finger.

'But it's worth a go. 'Different?　There's always a risk. You didn't say that. You're strong.
Yeah, that's why they're all dead.

　Beric's statement, which was released as a stark fact, could be taken as an insult, including all the single magicians. Nevertheless, the reason why no immediate rebuttal came out was probably because he saw the old soldier's keen eyes, which were even closer to the truth of the old soldier than that.
　Immediately after, Fanon indignantly stepped forward with a screeching voice. The umbrella-shaped AWR, which was the outlet for his anger, was smashed to the floor with a cracking sound.

It's not just a matter of time before you'll be able to get your hands on it.
'Yes, Mr. Fanon, excuse me for addressing the Governor. Besides, he will know more about Ars Regin than we do, if it is true.

　Immediately, as Fanon was about to say something unnecessary, Clov covered Fanon's mouth with his pocket handkerchief and only turned his head. Even Clov was hesitant to reveal the power of Fanon, the single wizard in his own country, at this point in time. If it wasn't for this, he wouldn't have kept his mouth shut.

　A meek expression, narrow eyes opening thinly with a faint glint of suspicion.
　But when he saw Beric's determined face, his mouth relaxed and he nodded. What should be a problem is that Beric, the Governor, has a fair assessment of Ars. Kroff, who had caught his intentions, shook off the naive notion that Fanon would be able to do so.

　Behind him, Letty is snickering at Fanon from a little higher up, as if to say, "Okotan, pull back," but Fanon is the only one who notices, and the only voice that is held in her mouth is a muffled, inarticulate grunt.

　She too is an adult in terms of age, but her appearance is that of a young child by all accounts, and furthermore, even this sight encourages the expectation that she is as good as she looks.

　Letty saw the cuteness for a moment at the sight of her boiling red again so easily that it was easy to understand, and the urge to tease her a little more was there, but she had the right time and place to kick it out of her brain.
　If she had something to say, she didn't dare say it, because she felt like she'd run off to Ars's magic, which she didn't dare to say if she had something to say - and that was just to lower her own hoarding.

　Perhaps only those who had gone to defeat it would know. It should have been reported to Beric, but the fact that no supplementary information was added to the report should still be kept under wraps.
　There was another magic that first came to mind when Letty heard of spatial control magic. [Mutual transfer of information between two points [Shuffle] - I felt that this magic, which I later heard from Linne, was the one that could interfere with space itself, no, it was not a magic that could be performed without a grasp on it. However, I have already listed these information as strange magic in my report.

　Revealing this would definitely put the situation in a bad light. After all, this magic was also able to be used by the demon [Demi Azure], the Abomination of Disobedience (Demi Azure)].
　It won't be able to be done away with as an unnecessary evil guess.


　As if he was hesitant to put his pocket chief back into his breast pocket again, Clov grabs Fanon's thin wrist and makes him hold it himself. His eyes, which were narrowed as if to say that he couldn't see, though he was staring at me with a horrible expression, unintentionally turned away from my entire face.
　You're going to have to be prepared to receive a full-blooded rebuke later, as well as Clovis unexpectedly said something like this in order to renew the atmosphere.

I'm sure you'll be able to find out more about this," he said, "but the talent alone is unparalleled, and the many inventions he has made as a researcher. Where did you find such a person?

　While this is off topic, it had the potential to be not entirely unrelated. I don't know where to find weaknesses and weaknesses.
　But I suppose there is more to it than that, and it's not without its interest. No one is going to admonish him.

-- Come to think of it, I never heard about Ars in my childhood.

　The problem was that that interest included Cicernia. She'd only learned about Ars when he was already beginning to be recognized by those around him as being as good as a single wizard.
　Naturally, the existence of a mage with an astonishing amount of talent was heard of by Cisernia as well. Naturally, it is because of his existence that Cisernia was the reason why Beric was placed in the position of Governor.

　But this is a crucial discrepancy that arose between him and Beric. It's a discrepancy in perception.


　Naturally, in Cicernian, Ars was only assumed to have been picked up by the army as an orphan. In fact, there was no way to predict what Beric would say about Ars, since that was not wrong.

　Cicernia paused in her thoughts and listened.
　As he spoke slowly, Beric's tone was matter-of-fact, but she could sense a sense of urgency for a man who seemed to be trying, and who seemed to have some concerns.

　In fact, Beric was unable to gauge how much Haorg knew. The expectation that he would be too dangerous in this place.
Cisernia may have taken such concerns into account, but she urged him with her gaze.

　Yes, a premonition that it was not a good idea to miss out on hearing was driving Cicernia to do so. Anxiety, as if there was some unexpected oversight. The birth of a strange being had decidedly lodged a bottom-feeding feeling in the corner of my brain.

　If you think about it, it's incomprehensible. The existence of Ars, to an extraordinary degree. Such as a boy who is so young that it is even doubtful that he is even human.
　No, the unusualness itself is rare, but it's not entirely absent--Linne is a good example. In light of that, it's not ridiculous to think that even a child named Ars possessed magical power comparable to a single.
　It's a good idea to have an appropriate immunity to the unattainable anxiety that you didn't think of because you were a wizard in your own country.


　But the words "Beric is investigating the outside world..." completely stopped Cicerunia's brain from thinking. Sisernia's face completely pales at the words, "He protected a young child named Ars.
　It really doesn't feel lifeless, like a piece of ceramic art. The sweat was frosty and cold.
　Nerves tensed up as if an iron needle had been inserted into the entire body, and the body unintentionally shriveled up.

''...........ah.

　A scratchy, weak voice suddenly leaked from the back of his throat. It would have been nice if Beric, who noticed it first, had been able to ignore it.

''Cicerunia-sama........''
Oh, Mr. Cicerunia, you are looking very uncomfortable.

　Following Beric, Lithia threw a word of noticeable concern. This time it was filled with a completely personal and petulant nuance. Maybe it was only Cicernia who sounded like that.
　Even so, Cicernia, who was in a state of despair as a result, was quick to recover.

''It's nothing to worry about. I'm sorry to interrupt the conversation.

　Cicernias also responded by getting on board with Lithia, but they don't excel until their expressions. There is no edge to huddle up to here. You have to hold your ground.
　I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make your head spin in this tongue-in-cheek battlefield. This is a duty that we cannot ask anyone to perform and cannot be replaced.